Precious Father we thank you for giving us the blessing of children. Please make us good stewards of that blessing. Keep us captivated by these little treasures so that we will never forget how important this time is or how fortunate we are. Thank you most of all for hearing the prayers of a little girl who desperately wanted a baby sister. You are truly a God who sees hearts.
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Monday, January 9, 2012
Saturday, November 13, 2010
In my 20's...
In my 20's, my baby weight came off quickly after I finished breast-feeding.
In my 30's, not so much.
In my 20's, I still felt cute in my jeans.
In my 30's, I am just trying to avoid mom-jeans.
In my 20's, it did not hurt to get out of bed in the morning.
In my 30's, what in the heck is up with that? I just slept. Shouldn't I feel vibrant and ready to face the day. Instead I feel like I slept in a suitcase.
In my 20's, I still held out hope that one day I would play volleyball again.
In my 30's and after 4 children, I will spare you the details of my jumping/bladder issues.
In my 20's, I never questioned wearing a pony-tail, shorts or giant hoop earrings.
In my 30's, I am wishing to hurry and get to the mu mu stage so I don't have to wonder what is appropriate anymore.
In my 20's, I would stay up way too late and sleep in as long as I could.
In my 30's, well, not much has changed there.
In my 20's, I dealt with self-confidence issues and insecurities because I didn't really "know myself."
In my 30's, I figured out that "knowing yourself" is overrated and that if I were to quit changing and growing, I would be soooo boring!
In my 20's I had great big dreams for my life.
In my 30's, I realize that I am not living life for myself and pray that whatever I do will be to His glory. After all, my Abba knows the desires of my heart.
In my 20's, I just knew I could take on the world all by myself.
In my 30's, I know how much I need the support of my friends and loved ones. (Oh, and the only reason I would take on the world now would be to protect my babies. I'm vicious!)
In my 20's, I never imagined being in my 30's would be so great!
In my 30's, I cannot imagine being 40!!!!!
Just a little shout-out to my sisters in the 30-something club!
In my 30's, not so much.
In my 20's, I still felt cute in my jeans.
In my 30's, I am just trying to avoid mom-jeans.
In my 20's, it did not hurt to get out of bed in the morning.
In my 30's, what in the heck is up with that? I just slept. Shouldn't I feel vibrant and ready to face the day. Instead I feel like I slept in a suitcase.
In my 20's, I still held out hope that one day I would play volleyball again.
In my 30's and after 4 children, I will spare you the details of my jumping/bladder issues.
In my 20's, I never questioned wearing a pony-tail, shorts or giant hoop earrings.
In my 30's, I am wishing to hurry and get to the mu mu stage so I don't have to wonder what is appropriate anymore.
In my 20's, I would stay up way too late and sleep in as long as I could.
In my 30's, well, not much has changed there.
In my 20's, I dealt with self-confidence issues and insecurities because I didn't really "know myself."
In my 30's, I figured out that "knowing yourself" is overrated and that if I were to quit changing and growing, I would be soooo boring!
In my 20's I had great big dreams for my life.
In my 30's, I realize that I am not living life for myself and pray that whatever I do will be to His glory. After all, my Abba knows the desires of my heart.
In my 20's, I just knew I could take on the world all by myself.
In my 30's, I know how much I need the support of my friends and loved ones. (Oh, and the only reason I would take on the world now would be to protect my babies. I'm vicious!)
In my 20's, I never imagined being in my 30's would be so great!
In my 30's, I cannot imagine being 40!!!!!
Just a little shout-out to my sisters in the 30-something club!
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Asher is 7!!!
It's my sweet Ashie-boy's birthday. He wanted to make his cake so, I let him. Of course it had cars and sprinkles. Lots of both! |
This was one present that he hadn't asked for but we wanted him to have. New boots! The reaction was mixed. But I am happy to report that he did wear them to school. |
This however, was a very planned gift. I think he started telling me about it in November. LAST NOVEMBER! He knew the colors he wanted. He was very specific. |
This is the dance of delight that ended in a fainting spell on the couch. He got the Laser Tag Monster Trucks that he had been eyeing for a year! |
The dudes, checking it out. |
Ahhhh, Legos. Nothing goes together better than boys and Legos. (another b-day gift from his cousins) |
Yep, there's nothing better. |
Except maybe a crazy brother to round out the deal! |
Happy birthday my love! You are a delight and a treasure. We pray blessing over you on this 7th year.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Meeting friends at Target.
I wouldn't advise it. It could be dangerous. However, it did work out great for me! It's funny. I can't imagine meeting her in any other way. Our friendship has never been "normal". I mean that in a good way! So because I told you I would share, here is our story...
Matt and I were in Target one day with Jolie, who was 2 and Asher, who was 6 months old. We were shopping around for nothing in particular when a sweet and handsome little boy, who I thought to be at least 3 or maybe 4, ran around the corner. We smiled at him as his mother came walking, (well, waddling) around the corner. She was VERY pregnant and looked kind of exhausted. Being in the Texas Panhandle where there are no strangers, we began to talk. As we talked my little girl and her little boy, who I found out was actually just a giant 2-year-old, began to play together. I instantly felt a connection with this clam yet weary mommy. But what really got my attention was how our kids played together. There was no fussing or fighting or drama. These babies were taking turns and being kind to each other. That was big for being two-year-olds!
I can't even remember what we talked about. I am sure it was something about babies and maybe a little about what our husbands were into. But all I know is that we connected.
The story could have ended there. I would have had a lovely conversation with a nice girl and went on about my business. Lucky for me, it didn't end there. Michelle and I, though we never mentioned it to each other, were both very lonesome for friends. So, as we said good bye, I kept the warm feeling of our conversation in my heart as we finished our shopping. We had a few things to pay for and so we headed to the front. When I pulled out my wallet to pay, I saw my new friend at the register across from us. She happened to be checking out at the same time. We looked at each other and laughed. Then, as we gathered our stuff to go, Matt noticed that she was struggling to carry out some big tubs so he offered to help her out to her car. We walked out together listening to our silly little kiddos talk to each other.
We exchanged a few more words as I stopped at my car. Matt left me to load the kids and followed her to her car. Turns out, she was parked right across from us! We laughed again at the coincidence. Matt loaded her tubs and said good bye. I was sitting in the car watching with the warm feeling still in my heart. Matt got in the car and began to pull out. I stopped him. Then I asked, "Do you think she would think that I was weird if I asked for her number." I had never asked a girl for her number before.
Matt said, "Why would she think you are weird?" Apparently he was quite comfortable with the whole asking for numbers thing.
"I don't know. She might think I'm desperate." I whined.
"You are desperate. Just go ask her." Matt said. He was right. I needed someone kindred. I had been a lonesome mom for too long. I needed a friend. So before she could get away, I ran over to her and said something awkward like, "I think you're cool, wanna hang out?" To my surprise, she was just as happy as I was! She said that she had been kicking herself for not asking for my number. I relaxed a little, got her number and gave her a hug goodbye. It was simple, and sweet. God had been gracious to us. He had bought us together in a unique way at the perfect time.
In the months that followed we had a hard time connecting. She had a baby, I had some medical issues. Her husband was immersed in his job as a youth pastor, mine was working shift work. It was dang hard to start up this friendship. But after a slow start, we began getting our kiddos together regularly. It was SO MUCH FUN! Our kids still got along great and we had so much in common. (Though we are very different.) We always joke about how, in the beginning, I thought that she was secretly a single mom. For the first couple of weeks she kept telling me that I would meet her husband. Then she would have some great excuse as to why he could not show up this day or that day. It was all very fishy.
Finally, at Joshia's 3rd b-day party, we met the elusive John. I think he was afraid of us. There was very little eye contact and just one or two grunts of hello. Over the course of the evening, John and Matt played Chucky Cheese games with the kids and apparently did a bit of bonding. (They are now as good of friends as Michelle and I.) After the party they invited us to their house for awhile. We accepted and the rest is history!
We have been through lots together. Sickness, job losses and changes, homeschooling, two-year-olds, the lost of a parent, the loss of a child, work troubles, church troubles, angry pregnancies (sorry chelley) and life-changing choices. We have cried together, argued, cooked for each other, cared for each others kids, given each other space and forced one another to talk. There has never been another friend who has given me as much grace or as much grief! She doesn't let me get away with anything. She makes me challenge what I believe and think twice about things I say. It's a sharpening relationship. It's a safe and familiar relationship.
Our lives have given over to the business of children and the grasping at these little ones who are trying to grow up. We both have a hard time leaving our families. So we don't get to see each other as much as we did before. But when we do get to see each other, we cherish our time. One day, our families will need us less and we will need each other more. John and Matt will go to the canyon for a hike. Michelle and I will head to the coffee shop to look at magazines and talk about life. There will always be something to talk about or to talk through.
God, thank you for bringing me this friendship. I know this was your plan. You have enter-twined our families lives so that we could leave if we tried. Thank you for this like-minded family who helps to make our journey more interesting. Bless them in their future and cover them with your Spirit here in the present. And Lord, thank you for using an ordinary store to begin a very un-ordinary relationship.
We love you crazies! For every one else, I would love to hear about where you met your best friend. Everyone has a story. Tell it to us!
Finally, at Joshia's 3rd b-day party, we met the elusive John. I think he was afraid of us. There was very little eye contact and just one or two grunts of hello. Over the course of the evening, John and Matt played Chucky Cheese games with the kids and apparently did a bit of bonding. (They are now as good of friends as Michelle and I.) After the party they invited us to their house for awhile. We accepted and the rest is history!
We have been through lots together. Sickness, job losses and changes, homeschooling, two-year-olds, the lost of a parent, the loss of a child, work troubles, church troubles, angry pregnancies (sorry chelley) and life-changing choices. We have cried together, argued, cooked for each other, cared for each others kids, given each other space and forced one another to talk. There has never been another friend who has given me as much grace or as much grief! She doesn't let me get away with anything. She makes me challenge what I believe and think twice about things I say. It's a sharpening relationship. It's a safe and familiar relationship.
Our lives have given over to the business of children and the grasping at these little ones who are trying to grow up. We both have a hard time leaving our families. So we don't get to see each other as much as we did before. But when we do get to see each other, we cherish our time. One day, our families will need us less and we will need each other more. John and Matt will go to the canyon for a hike. Michelle and I will head to the coffee shop to look at magazines and talk about life. There will always be something to talk about or to talk through.
God, thank you for bringing me this friendship. I know this was your plan. You have enter-twined our families lives so that we could leave if we tried. Thank you for this like-minded family who helps to make our journey more interesting. Bless them in their future and cover them with your Spirit here in the present. And Lord, thank you for using an ordinary store to begin a very un-ordinary relationship.
We love you crazies! For every one else, I would love to hear about where you met your best friend. Everyone has a story. Tell it to us!
Friday, May 14, 2010
I got a present!!!
My husband is such a thoughtful giver. He always surprises me with something I would never guess. For years, I have wanted a bike to ride with my family. This Mother's day my darling love bought me the best bike ever! This is not just any bike. This is a Cruiser. It is sweet. It even has a basket! Now admittedly, I will look like a dork riding it around but I DON'T CARE! I have already been pedaling through the neighborhood.
In other matters, I always feel nervous this time of year. My garden got planted yesterday. This is what it looks like.
Sad isn't it. I have a hard time imagining a lush and productive garden. It gets harder with the close up.
Poor tiny tomato plant. One day you will be strong and a glorious bearer of luscious summer goodness.
Take a moment to view one of my many failures. This is the sadness that comes from losing a transplant. Goodbye poor little plumb tree. We did not do right by you.
These are the other things I happen to be growing now...
Mounds of glorious taters!
Tiny carrots growing between the onions.
This is my favorite color of green.
Oh one pot of flowers to survive, how I love you!
But alas, this is what I love the most. Little stinkers.
My goodness.I'm in trouble.
In other matters, I always feel nervous this time of year. My garden got planted yesterday. This is what it looks like.
Sad isn't it. I have a hard time imagining a lush and productive garden. It gets harder with the close up.
Poor tiny tomato plant. One day you will be strong and a glorious bearer of luscious summer goodness.
Take a moment to view one of my many failures. This is the sadness that comes from losing a transplant. Goodbye poor little plumb tree. We did not do right by you.
These are the other things I happen to be growing now...
Mounds of glorious taters!
Tiny carrots growing between the onions.
This is my favorite color of green.
Oh one pot of flowers to survive, how I love you!
But alas, this is what I love the most. Little stinkers.
My goodness.I'm in trouble.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Icky Sicky
Dinner tonight included one of my favorite things to eat. We had some leftover roast from our Sabbath meal, (which we got to share with some very dear friends!) So I cubed it and let it warm in a sauce pan. I had popped 2 potatoes into the microwave to bake. (How else do you bake a potato?) I cubed those as well and threw them in with the meat. Then I took some red chili that I had made earlier in the week for Huevos Rancheros, and poured it on top. I let it simmer then served it up on a flour tortilla with some cheese and chopped onion. Matt had sour cream on his. Remind me to tell you sometime about my husband's unnatural obsession with sour cream. It's a sickness.
Speaking of sickness, I have just completed a marathon week with a sick baby. Oh how I dislike those days. I have such a hard time watching my sick baby struggle. They just don't know what's wrong and get very cranky about it. Now I realize that my son was very mildly sick compared to what some babies have to suffer. I am extremely thankful that my son's illness was temporary. But the scary thing for me is always wondering how bad it's going to get. I have had a child in the hospital with lung issues. It is so scary to be out of control of what happens to your baby.
I have experienced the healing power of my Savior. In my own life, and in the life of my child. Let me tell you, it is a real thing! So naturally, every time my children get sick, I pray for their healing. This past week, I spent hours asking God to heal my son. I just knew that the next time he woke up, he would be his normal non-sick self. It didn't happen. And in the middle of the night, when my sweet little baby was wheezing and coughing and crying, I was asking my God, "Why won't you heal him?" I felt abandoned in my sadness and exhaustion.
In the days after Levi got better, I felt relief. I was so happy to have my sweet smiley baby back. And suddenly, our everyday existence seemed, well, easier. He wasn't crying all day or coughing and struggling. I was actually able to sleep in my own bed, no longer afraid I wouldn't hear his cries. And then it hit me, sometimes God has to show us what our reality could be, to make us appreciate what our reality is. In my reality, I am incredibly blessed with typically healthy children and a very worry-free life. But there are times that I let myself become disenchanted. I complain about being bored or overwhelmed with my daily tasks. I believe that there are times that God needs to reset my perspective. I need that spiritual slap in the face.
I pray for my brothers and sisters who have real struggle everyday. I pray for the Burns and baby Sarai, I pray for Jeffery and Noelle, I pray for Janet Brown's family, I pray for the mamas sitting in the hospital rooms with sick ones. I pray for those who have lost things they can never get back. Adonai, your ways are not are ways, but though you slay me, I will hope in you. Let us be blessed by your grace and mercy.
Love you all. Be blessed today. -chelle
Speaking of sickness, I have just completed a marathon week with a sick baby. Oh how I dislike those days. I have such a hard time watching my sick baby struggle. They just don't know what's wrong and get very cranky about it. Now I realize that my son was very mildly sick compared to what some babies have to suffer. I am extremely thankful that my son's illness was temporary. But the scary thing for me is always wondering how bad it's going to get. I have had a child in the hospital with lung issues. It is so scary to be out of control of what happens to your baby.
I have experienced the healing power of my Savior. In my own life, and in the life of my child. Let me tell you, it is a real thing! So naturally, every time my children get sick, I pray for their healing. This past week, I spent hours asking God to heal my son. I just knew that the next time he woke up, he would be his normal non-sick self. It didn't happen. And in the middle of the night, when my sweet little baby was wheezing and coughing and crying, I was asking my God, "Why won't you heal him?" I felt abandoned in my sadness and exhaustion.
In the days after Levi got better, I felt relief. I was so happy to have my sweet smiley baby back. And suddenly, our everyday existence seemed, well, easier. He wasn't crying all day or coughing and struggling. I was actually able to sleep in my own bed, no longer afraid I wouldn't hear his cries. And then it hit me, sometimes God has to show us what our reality could be, to make us appreciate what our reality is. In my reality, I am incredibly blessed with typically healthy children and a very worry-free life. But there are times that I let myself become disenchanted. I complain about being bored or overwhelmed with my daily tasks. I believe that there are times that God needs to reset my perspective. I need that spiritual slap in the face.
I pray for my brothers and sisters who have real struggle everyday. I pray for the Burns and baby Sarai, I pray for Jeffery and Noelle, I pray for Janet Brown's family, I pray for the mamas sitting in the hospital rooms with sick ones. I pray for those who have lost things they can never get back. Adonai, your ways are not are ways, but though you slay me, I will hope in you. Let us be blessed by your grace and mercy.
Love you all. Be blessed today. -chelle
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